THE BLOOMING MOMENTS - -

Inclined clouds wants to touch,
let it scatter and break
in drops, the dried
lips want
freshness, nothing is wrong if -
some one is included,
life's open space
desires that,
amid
the lips and the beaker, unseen
distance always remains,
dreams and reality
walks together,
two parallel
lines go far away, somewhere -
meet to each other maybe
by mistake, emotions
placed on the
thorny
paths, love is originated from - -
you, let it complete in
the depth of eyes,
night lilies
hide
the secrets of aroma, unfold
the essence whenever
delighted, life is
attached
with
your heart, breathing based on
your eye lash movements,
give me an enduring
touch, season
wants to
bloom again, let me encompass
in the depth of you, let me
diffuse myself in your
persona - -

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

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Bougainvillea blossoms - by Vitaly Makarov

JUST WAIT FOR SOME OTHER DAY - -

 preserve the emotion in the
eternal heart, in the
secret corner
as an
hidden jewel, premature - -
relation required the
more space
do not
say
me now, I love you, southern
winds are volatile, the
Bedouin gray clouds
are flying on
the blues,
frenzy
thoughts
roaming and roaming, the - -
aimless destination !
waves of liberation
wants to break
the barrier,
two
hands wants to get the whole
sky, restless energy
searches new
direction,
on the
mysterious horizon, wait for
some other day, some -
where, very near
the rainbow,
touching
the
rain clouds, springs would - -
erupt on the deserted
barren land
sprouting
thorns
never save the roses, just wait
please, let me to go
beyond the
dreams
on the
land of reality trust me, for - -
some other day.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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OUT OF DARKNESS - -

even after gaining too much, that 
person of next door was very 
depressed, indeed the 
desire makes us 
impassive,
from 
that point, the self immolation - -
invisibly begins, actually 
we forget, that a
superfluous
desire 
brings the entire persona toward 
the endless darkness, the 
thirst becomes the 
chest of desert,
always 
wants to ingest the whole cloudy 
sky, but often failure remains
in hand, dreaming is 
the most part 
of life !
even after repeatedly break I do 
not leave to dream, I do not 
like the stagnant life,
there should be 
eternal flow 
in the 
life, continuous flow towards the 
new skyline - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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flower in different mood 

ACROSS THE WINDOW - -

the pleasant morning was hidden 
in the heart, whole the life, 
whom I've searched 
from one place
to another,
many 
time it happens, beautiful scene 
exists vis-a-vis but we forget 
to open the window of
conscience, the
life wanders 
behind 
the 
shadow of mirage, even knowing 
that the divagation brings the 
persona toward the 
unknown skyline,
the drops of 
desire 
makes life so vulnerable and we
get unintentional injury - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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art by linda jacobus 1

FRAGRANT NIGHT - -

entire night in the backyard, the 
bunch of lilac scattered the 
passionate wild aroma,
whole night, the 
body and 
soul 
were dominated by someone - -
overnight, the moon has 
tried to emerge from 
the dense 
cloud,
a sort of dilemma remained in 
the persona after meeting 
you, that's love 
transient
or the
eternal bond of souls, I do not 
know, entire night, I felt 
your presence in 
my inner 
sense,

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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art by linda jacobus 

PERHAPS, YOU KNOW - -

maybe you have never heard -
or do not know the pain 
of sky, the desire 
of endless 
rain,
ever try to alter the persona - -
with smoldering desert,
or make yourself 
the scattering
cloud of 
rain,
it's too difficult to walk on the
path of messianic, at 
least try to favor 
the justice,
the 
universal truth, which is found
in everybody, maybe 
you'll be succeed,
to pitch the 
flag 
of your so called the great - - 
god, after killing the 
innocent, but 
I'm sure,
the curse of mass, disarmed 
soul will finish, your the 
world winning desire,  
Pharaoh to the 
great 
Alexander, everybody has to
mix with the clay one day, 
perhaps you know 
that very 
well.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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poetic creation 

THE INNER SENSE - -

every darkness has its own hidden 
secret, some pleasant moment, 
some thirst unquenched, 
some touch unfelt,
however, life 
gradually 
learns 
to live with arid emotion, closeness
fills the gap between the breath, 
and a person forgets the 
alphabets, indeed 
the heart beat 
becomes 
the 
language amid the smoldering soul,
nothing remains mystery, when 
the inner eyes open with 
miraculous sense, 
in the dense 
darkness 
the 
persona can look the beauty of the -
seventh sky - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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art by daniel edmonds 

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poppy-flower by sara-meamarzadeh

THE INFINITE TRUTH - -

in your heart beat, still existed  
the fragrance of my love, 
isn't amazing, tho' 
I'm not in the 
touching 
circle 
of your eyes, in your emotion 
still inhabited the world 
of passion, isn't
bewitching,
while 
I'm not in before your, but still 
you feel the breath alien,
often I think, what's 
reason, many 
decades
have
been passed but you couldn't
forget me, in your immortal 
soul my love became 
the evergreen 
flower !
for eternal veneration beyond
the infinite truth - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   
pearl rose
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WET DREAM OF LAST O' CLOCK - -

before, the break of a dream in -
last o'clock, I've woken up,
indeed, some dreams 
are very near to 
our heart, 
and 
a person does not want to lose 
it, but you know, dreams 
are only dreams, 
aglimmer
wing 
of fickle butterfly, there shouldn't
be regret to break, that's a 
part of life, whatever 
remains on the 
palm that's
special,
it maybe a droplet of dew or a 
piece of morning ray, we 
should know the 
art of ever -
green 
smile, and nature teaches that 
beautifully - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


   

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flower pot